Pemaquid is an extraordinary corner of Maine that first caught my heart during a family vacation when I was younger. Since then it has been a refuge for me, a place I go to collect my thoughts and soul and get my psyche back in working order. It's best visited in the worst of weather so that one can appreciate the sight of lobster boats navigating fog and hear the lighthouse horn. Nevermind those clear blue days in may and june when the light is practically brittle in its clarity. Go in october or november when the point is swathed in heavy mists and listen to the bells and drones of the bouys punctuated with the cries of seagulls who've yet to realize that the tourists have all gone home.
